many know

most are hopeful that the outcome

will be better than what is.

folk forget their oldest stories…

buried under a mountain of obfuscation, hopeful ignorance, intentional subversion and history.

once it was not so.

once, in a time unrecorded, all knew Truth.

that life, in what ever extent, was a gift from The Father.

all knew The King was His Son… His Way to Him.

yet since that Plan finally reached fruition so long ago…

humans seem to have forgotten everything.

not the least, the ability to perceive reality as opposed to glamour.

an susceptibility the blind are not subject to.

the ecclesiastical call to simplicity is, in fact, great advice from one for whom that wisdom was dear bought.

the.illuminated.

it was ever a poor joke when applied to the weavers of darkness.

chukl

they forget too…

the shadows predate them and bear their own allegiance.